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"...you said it wouldn't hurt."

Rong Mian's speech was a little vague, his tears were still falling, and he said intermittently, "You lied to me, it is obviously very painful, and there is a needle... It is a very long needle, and it is still on the It's...it's in my mouth...how can a needle be in my mouth..."

He looked really sad, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain from the anesthetics, or because he was tricked by Zhong Yi.

"What did I lie to you?"

Zhong Yi sighed, "And you didn't ask me if I have needles just now, besides, don't all anesthesia require injections..."

He paused, moved closer, wiped the tears on Rongmian's cheeks with the back of his hand, and said to him, "Don't cry."

Rong Mian slightly opened her eyes.

Rongmian's cheeks were soft, and because of the low-grade fever, his body temperature was still a little high. Zhong Yi wiped away the tears on his face little by little with his fingertips, and then found that the child was really shaking.

Zhong Yi knew in his heart that this person might be really scared.

Although it's not normal to be frightened to this extent, Zhong Yi didn't think too much about it, because he himself is very afraid of roosters, to the point where his scalp becomes numb when he hears a rooster crowing, and he can't even walk. .

Before, he had a play where the filming location was in the countryside. Zhong Yi was on his way to the toilet. He happened to meet a big rooster walking by the side of the road. In this way, Zhong Yi felt that he could understand.

"I saw them take a plate just now..."

Rong Mian sniffed, gestured to Zhong Yi, and added in a low voice, "There are those strange hooks and pliers inside..."

Zhong Yi thought about it, otherwise, could it be possible that the doctor can cast spells with bare hands, and heal you by blowing the fairy breath?

Rong Mian's eyelashes are long and soft, and because of crying just now, they are a little wet, and Zhong Yi's heart feels sour for no reason.

Zhong Yi played the role of a surgeon two years ago. At that time, he still had some remnants of his theoretical knowledge, so he squatted beside Rong Mian and patiently explained to him the principle and function of anesthetics.

"What about you now, the most painful stage of anesthesia has passed."

Zhong Yi rationally used exaggerated techniques, he said, "We have to believe in the power of science, the anesthetic is already effective, and I don't feel a thing at all, even if you have a nail buried in that half of your cheek, you can't feel it now." ,I did not lie to you."

Rong Mian still looked at him warily.

Zhong Yi sighed in his heart. After thinking for a while, he simply put his hands on it, pinched Rong Mian's half of the cheek, and asked, "Does it feel numb, numb, but there is no specific feeling?"

Rong Mian quietly followed and felt for a while, then said dazedly for a while, "...it seems to be."

"That's why, while your current anesthesia is still strong, you can directly ask someone to deal with it for you."

Zhong Yiyu said earnestly, "—Otherwise, if you continue to procrastinate, you will have only two choices, either you will continue to suffer from toothaches for the rest of your life, or you will have another injection."

Rong Mian looked at him with wide eyes and stopped talking, Zhong Yi felt that his heart should have loosened up a little.

"In this way, if you lie down obediently now, ask the doctor to deal with it for you."

Zhong Yi said, "I'll just promise you one thing, okay?"

Rong Mian froze for a moment.

Zhong Yi winked at the nurse next to him.

The nurse understood, and quickly picked up the words from the side: "The time is just right now, it is estimated that in 10 minutes, the anesthetic will be reapplied..."

Rong Mian was visibly panicked.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Zhong Yi's clothes, then hesitated for a while with his eyes downcast, and begged softly for a while, "Then...then don't go."

Zhong Yi said, "Don't go."

Rong Mian seemed to feel relieved, he lay back on the treatment chair stiffly, and the doctor beside him began to prepare the equipment, Zhong Yi saw Rong Mian's eyelashes trembling, and pursed his mouth, he should still be nervous.

So Zhong Yi moved a stool and sat beside him.

He watched Rong Mian start to prick his ears, listening to the sound of metal medical instruments colliding, his face also turned paler and paler, Zhong Yi faintly felt something was wrong.

So Zhong Yi suddenly said, "I'll finish it in a while, and I can buy you delicious ice cream."

Sure enough, Rong Mian was attracted by his words.

He turned his head, thought for a while, and said to Zhong Yi seriously: "But I like meat."

"It's a store opened by my friend, so it must be different."

Zhong Yi glanced at the doctor beside him who was starting to get busy, and continued to say unhurriedly, "The ice cream made by his family uses a special brand of milk, so even the original ice cream balls are delicious."

"Oh."

Rong Mian said happily, "Milk is also very good, and I also like to drink milk, although I can't drink too much."

Taking advantage of Zhong Yi's efforts to describe the different flavors of ice cream to him, the doctor had already prepared again. Just when Zhong Yi was talking about the flavor of peanut butter to Rong Mian, the doctor said, "Can we start?"

Rong Mian's face turned pale again.

He trembled slightly, then pursed his lips again, hooking Zhong Yi's hand with his index finger as if he was afraid that Zhong Yi would run away halfway.

Zhong Yi squeezed his palm and nodded to the doctor.

He continued to speak patiently: "And then, the peanut butter flavor is usually served with crushed peanuts and caramel sauce, and it's packed in waffles. The waffles are very crisp, but they will become softer when soaked in ice cream... "

The doctor next to him picked up the sterilized equipment, and Zhong Yi saw Rong Mian's eyelashes tremble.

So Zhong Yi continued to output eloquently: He used his extremely high line skills, from cantaloupe flavor to pistachio flavor, from crispy cone to ice cream cake, in the end it was really tasteless Having said that, he made up a bacon-flavored one out of nowhere, which amused everyone in the room.

Rong Mian's attention has indeed been successfully distracted, his mind is filled with colorful ice cream balls with different flavors.

And Zhong Yi really didn't lie to himself this time, he really didn't feel any pain during the whole process, time passed quickly, and the doctor's skills were also in place.

Finally, when Rongmian sat up and rinsed his mouth with water, he only felt a little numbness in his tongue, but no strong discomfort.

Zhong Yi went outside to pay the fee, and took the medicine on the way. When he came back, he saw Rong Mian obediently sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at a precautionary manual in his hand.

The car didn't arrive until a while later, and Zhong Yi sat next to him.

"You said just now that you have to promise me one thing."

Rong Mian said suddenly in a low voice.

Zhong Yi thought to himself that this person's memory is really good.

"Can you, give me that pillow in your bedroom."

Rong Mian gestured to him, and because the anesthetic hadn't worn off, his speech was a little slow, "It's the black and white one...the one with a tassel on it..."

Zhong Yi looked at him, but didn't speak.

?

Rong Mian also realized that she seemed to have a big tongue when speaking.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, waited for a while, raised his eyes after a while, and said vaguely, "If... it's very expensive, I can buy it with money..."

Zhong Yi paused.

"Sleep."

Zhong Yi called his name.

Rong Mian didn't realize it, because Zhong Yi seldom called his full name so directly, he always called himself a child, or a child, which made Rong Mian feel that Zhong Yi seemed to start saying something very important things.

"I'll ask you one last time."

Zhong Yi said, "Do you...have to pick up guests?"

This sentence has nothing to do with the content of their previous chat, and then Zhong Yi's face was very serious, Rong Mian paused, lowered his eyes, and began to feel a little sad again.

He hummed lightly and said, "I, I'll be moving out this weekend—"

"Row."

Zhong Yi interrupted him, "I understand."

"As far as I am a person, I don't have any bad schedules, and I don't smoke or drink."

Zhong Yi thought for a while, and then said, "I can still earn a living in acting, I won a few small awards, and there are quite a lot of houses, and you have seen one of them.

I can't say that my cooking skills are good, but I can barely eat it. "

Versailles was on the order, and Zhong Yi felt that it was time for him to talk about something serious.

"I also know the shortcomings. I have a bit of poison in my mouth, and when I'm stressed, I like to play games or something, but I'm not very addicted."

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "It depends on whether you accept it or not."

Rong Mian blinked blankly.

He didn't know if it was because of the anesthetic, or simply because his brain couldn't keep up, Rong Mian couldn't understand what Zhong Yi suddenly meant by saying this to himself.

"Don't you want a pillow, but the pillows in my house are all in pairs, and there is no way to take one apart and give it to you."

Zhong Yi said calmly, "And I've thought about it for the past two days. At my age, it's really time to find a partner. As for you... you are relatively skilled in business."

"So I thought of a way to get the best of both worlds."

He said.

Rong Mian stared at him blankly.

"—If you don't mind, I'd like to have a private chat with your boss."

Zhong Yi said, "Of course, I also know that you have been thinking about the kindness you owe, and you always want to accompany your guests to repay your boss. I understand, and I am confident that I can help you handle it properly. You don't have to worry about your boss. Will not let go."

"But your wish is the most important thing. I think I should ask you first."

Zhong Yi said.

"I am willing to pay ten times the sum of the prices paid by your customers."

Zhong Yi said in a very relaxed tone, "It's just that I'm a little conservative, and I want to get along with someone in a down-to-earth manner first, so I hope that I can be your VIP guest."

"That is to say, within this year, you can only come to accompany me alone."

Zhong Yi asked, "Are you willing?"